Volume One, Chapter 37: Building a Public Persona

Shi Qingqian chose Lu Zhu to be the maidservant to accompany her to the Lu family in Jiangnan to negotiate the silk business. Early that morning, Shi Qingqian prepared everything for Lu Zhu and gave her instructions:

Of course, what I want most is to remove Luke entirely. But I certainly don't have the final say on such a major personnel change; it must be approved by Pan Yuan. Therefore, I adopted a strategic approach: I will weaken his authority. This does not technically count as a personnel change, but it will leave Luke in a situation where he has grievances he cannot voice.

"But this poison will lose its effect in three days. Who will be able to stop him then?" Su Mu frowned.

He leisurely turned the jade thumb ring on his finger. Once he arrived, the torches were lit, and a guard came over to report that they were heading toward the city gate.

Qu Siyao noticed as well, and she was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl under the table; she no longer had the heart to eat the steak Su Mu was feeding her.

But did you know that in this world, there are relationships that can be maintained without the need for love?

Lingdang was the head maidservant serving Wei Mengying when she first entered the Prince of Hengshan’s estate. Before she had even grown up, Lingdang reached the age for marriage, and with Wei Mengying’s blessing, she was wed to an estate steward.

Qiao Qiao’s words made me clench my fists. If she were by my side, I would even want to give her a big hug. The price I discussed with Qiao Qiao last time was between fifteen and twenty million. What Qiao Qiao said now perfectly aligned with our target price.

Luo Jun and Luo Ning remained locked in the same dungeon, still bound by the Six Purities Bamboo. In reality, King Song could have confined them by sealing their acupoints; his techniques were such that almost no one could undo them.

"Because there is an irreconcilable hatred between your father and me. He will never forgive me again," Shen Xia said calmly, gently stroking Niannian.

"Of course, it’s to trick Lu Yunche into financing this hospital. But before the financing, we must first make sure this hospital is buried in debt." Song Yunran seemed to have a plan, her charming eyes shining brightly.

The "Great Desolation Myriad God Flute" was crafted by Yang Pan. It is said that Yang Pan was the son of Emperor Yang of Sui. After the fall of the Sui Dynasty, he survived and later joined the Demonic Sect.

At this moment, Zhang Kuo suddenly remembered the erudite Ouyang Lanfeng, so he ran to ask him if he knew of any secret scandals regarding Lin Ziwu.

"No, I cannot leave my brother alone here. It is too dangerous; I cannot rest easy leaving him here by himself. If we stay, we stay together." Qian Yan shook her head, her attitude and tone exceptionally firm.

"My Lord, why does this Dian Wei look so foolish, and his skin is just as dark as mine?" Zhou Cang said to Zhao Xu while looking at Dian Wei.

Within half a day, news of Squidward’s death spread throughout Golden Beach. Those who had once been fleeced by him thanked the mysterious powerhouse in their hearts. To be able to take down Squidward so easily, one would need at least near-demigod strength to pull it off.

"Replying to the Prince of Wei, it was too dark at the time to distinguish his features. I only know that the general wore white armor, rode a white horse, and wielded a silver spear with unstoppable valor," the soldier replied.

A bucket of paint was poured over her head. The intense corrosive irritation on her wounds made her sit up with a jolt.

"Awoo, I never expected anyone to land in our territory." The speaker was a beastman with the head of a wolf and the body of a man.

On the other side, once the Shatuo people saw that the princess they were searching for was safe and sound, they finally let down their guard.

"Master, do you know how I died?" Feng Qingxin stared at the bottomless void beneath her feet, a strange smile curling her lips—part pity, part self-mockery, yet carrying a heartbreaking sense of near-despair.